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Love is Pain Desperate times call for desperate measures but when is it okay
to use the treasures of your soul for personal goals? Who
created the mold for desperation anyway?
For only the hundreth time since my creation I've found myself
seeking any sensation to fill my empy heart with. So, I open
all of the windows and all of the doors and as the evil comes
in on all fours riding the coattails of the good I realize
(after the pain) that I should refrain from going to these
extremes for my heart's sake. It seems to have limitations to
how much it can take.
So as I put on my prayer cap and my sandles and walk aimlessly
out towards the sea the sounds help me think and for a moment
I feel myself on the brink of mortality. I feel my soul pushed
to this position by my humanity. The man in me reaching out
for divine intervention. My immortal soul begging for
attention from the heavens.
I am alive and there are those that say I should feel blessed.
I go and in my delusionally blessed state pick up a lottery
ticket. I needed kings, queens, and hearts to win...
all I got were 7's.
